"Sev, could I borrow your potions book?"
Did his eyes decieve him? Had Lily Evans really come up to him and talk to him? It had been years. Severus Snape gloated silently that she did not force herself to be close to him. But whatever happened to small talk? Or the good ol' days when he could teach he the ways of the world? Now, to be shrunk down to borrowing a potions book. Weren't hey…more?
Severus mumbled something barely intelligible about scribbles in the margins.
"Oh, I don't care," that perfect Lilly replied.
"Yes," he answered breathlessly, watching her lips.
He rummaged through his bag, letting his greasy black hair fall into his face as Lily watched him with mild patience. When he finally found the book, he pass it over to her and if only for a second—the fingers touched. He blushed scarlet.
Lily didn't seem to notice.
"Thanks," she said graciously.
Snape was too dumbfounded to even reply with a "you're welcome," as she scampered across the lawn to her potions class.
He stared down at this hand; the hand that had touched her perfect, perfect hand. He brought it to his lips and kiss it.
It wasn't much, but it was a start.